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San Francisco

¡Oh San Franciso! Que magica ciudad.

Hace un par de semanas estuve de paseo por San Francisco y aun siento en mi piel la brisa del mar....
Nuca tube en mi cabeza el sueño americano o siquiera venir de vacaciones, a decir la verdad nada me parecia menos atractivo que este país, el mundo es tan grande, lleno de tantas cosas para ver, que visitar grandes ciudades con autopistas, Mc Donald´s y edifios modernos no estaba en mi lista... Pero siempre pense que de hacerlo, que de pegarme unas vacacionsitas en la USA sin lugar a dudas quisiera ir a New York o San Francisco, asi que a ver, de alguna manrea conocer San Francisco si estaba entre mis sueños...

La ciudad me encanto, multiculturalidad, muliples idiomas, arquitectura que remonta al pasado, arboles, parques y el mar a unos cuantos pasos, es mas hasta la neblina y las calles enclinadas tienen su encanto.

Mi idea original era compartir mi dia a dia y aventuras en la ciudad, comentar cada particulidad que encontre o que no encontre, pero estoy de acuerdo que segun las experiencias que tengas en un lugar vas a estar mas o menos encantado con el mismo, y los amigos con los que compartimos tragos, comidas y caminatas se portaron de lo mejor y ayudaron a que me pareciera esta ciudad aun mas magica, asi que por mas que me trate de aproximar mi magica exeriencai a mis lectores no lo lograre ( quisas solo quiero ser peresosa), asi que dejare todo en: San Francisco!!! VOLVERE!


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